Zhuge Xingyun was slightly stunned, he didn't expect that the old Taoist priest was actually the world-famous Yuan Tianshi, he opened his mouth in shock, and stammered: "You...... Are you Yuan Tianshi?"

The old Taoist priest suddenly got up and lazy, only then did he notice Zhuge Xingyun beside him, and after a careful look, he smiled and said, "The little donor doesn't believe it?"

Zhuge Xingyun immediately shook his head, and then nodded again, but his demeanor and actions didn't seem to be in place, so he hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Don't dare to go down!"

Yuan Tiangang turned around and went back to the house, looked at Zhuge Xingyun, who had been following him, and said, "Since the little donor is no longer in trouble, he can leave on his own." ”

Zhuge Xingyun still stood there respectfully, and after a while, he sighed deeply: "There is nowhere to go below, and ......"

When the words came to his mouth, Zhuge Xingyun couldn't speak. Thinking of Fang Cai Yuan Tianshi's words, he was afraid that time was running out, so why bother going around in circles?

"Since fate is like this, what does it matter how you die and where you die!"

Yuan Tianshi shook his head and sighed lightly, looked at Zhuge Xingyun's face full of frustration, smacked his tongue, and said, "The pure yang life body is not incurable. ”

"Heavenly Master...... Do you have a way to save you?" Zhuge Xingyun's gloomy expression suddenly lit up, because there is a saying that "it is better to die than to live", even if you lose everything, isn't there hope to live?

Yuan Tianshi pondered his beard, and only after a while did he say with a straight face: "Little donor, can you understand the dream?"

"Dream?" Zhuge Xingyun muttered, thinking about the nightmare he had all the time, but he had no clue, shook his head and said: "It's just a nightmare, it has been haunted for several years, is there any revelation?"

Yuan Tianshi pondered for a moment and said: "The realm is born from the heart, and dreams are no exception, maybe it is caused by karma, and you can tell me what you dreamed of?"

Zhuge Xingyun often dreamed of continuous mountains, with two peaks, surrounded by a dragon elephant, and often appeared a strange person, similar to his own appearance.

Yuan Tiangang listened silently, and asked Zhuge Xingyun to draw the outline of the undulating mountains in the dream with his thoughts, hold it in his hand and think about it carefully, and then stroked his beard and said: "If you are not mistaken, what is shown in the painting is Kunlun Tianyun Sect." ”

Tianyun Sect is a long-established Xiuzhen sect, the first of the three sects, and it is a Taoist sect.

Zhuge Xingyun had heard of the Tianyun Sect for a long time, but he had never set foot on the visit, so how could it appear in his dreams? Could it really be due to fate?

Yuan Tianshi's expression seemed to have something gained, he groaned, and said with a smile: "Under the Jade Void Peak of Tianyun Sect, there is a thousand-year-old cold pool, which may be able to suppress the little benefactor's Yang Body. ”

Zhuge Xingyun's face was overjoyed, and then he shook his head in frustration: "I was originally an outcast of the Tianshan Sword Sect, how did I enter the Tianyun Sect?"

Yuan Tianshi didn't seem to be surprised, and smiled silently: "Since it is already destined in the dark, the little donor can just follow the fate." ”

Having said that, Zhuge Xingyun still had doubts, and couldn't help asking: "What's going on with the inexplicable self in the dream?"

Yuan Tianshi shook his head and sighed lightly: "I can't understand this poor way, maybe only the little donor comes to the Tianyun Sect in person, it is possible to solve the doubts in my heart." ”

Having said that, Zhuge Xingyun's heart was still in a state of distress, and he had no clue how to enter the Tianyun Sect.

It's easy to die, but it's not easy to live.

For more than ten years, Zhuge Xingyun has been able to resist the evidence of Zhiyang, all relying on his father's continuous suppression of Zhenyuan, and now that he has lost his father's protection, he is always on the verge of life and death.

"There are three Lonely Yuan Dan in the bottle, which are refined by the cold grass in Shu, which can temporarily suppress the burning disease in the body of the small donor, and take one when you have an attack. Before leaving, Yuan Tiangang handed Zhuge Xingyun a delicate medicine bottle.

Zhuge Xingyun was depressed for a moment, bowed down and pushed and said: "The Heavenly Master's life-saving grace cannot be repaid, and he is really ashamed of it. ”

Yuan Tiangang smiled indifferently: "Poor Dao knows that time is running out, and it is useless to keep it, so the little donor will accept it." ”

Zhuge Xingyun was stunned and said: "Yuan Tianshi is an immortal, and he will definitely be able to live a long life." ”

"The mandate of heaven cannot be violated, and neither can the fate. Yuan Tiangang put the Silent Yuan Dan in Zhuge Xingyun's hand, and said: "The little donor travels thirty miles west, and rests for an hour at noon, remember to remember!"

Zhuge Xingyun frowned slightly, and wanted to ask carefully, but Yuan Tiangang stretched out his hand to stop him: "Poor Dao has already spied on the heavenly machine, and I hope that the little donor will not ask again." ”

In this way, Zhuge Xingyun could only silently turn around and move towards the west.

Yuan Tiangang, who was left with a stunned expression, stood in place and coughed violently twice with a trace of blood, and his face suddenly turned a lot paler, and he couldn't help but sigh: "It's really fate!"

"Heavenly Master takes care of his body. A black shadow fell beside Yuan Tiangang, and seeing that his complexion was poor, his expression was also quite sad.

Yuan Tiangang glanced at the visitor, then looked at Zhuge Xingyun's distant back, shook his head and sighed: "Fateful, I hope your decision is right." ”

......

At noon, Zhuge Xingyun traveled to the Maple Leaf Forest, remembered Yuan Tiangang's words, and found a big stone to sit down and rest.

In his sleep, Zhuge Xingyun heard the roar of a beast in a daze, and he was really startled when he opened his eyes.

A flower tiger crawled up, glaring at itself angrily, as if it had taken itself as a prey, and saw that the momentum could swallow itself in one bite.

Zhuge Xingyun was so frightened that his legs were trembling, he swallowed his saliva and got up suddenly, and ran without thinking.

If he had changed before, even if he faced two or three fierce tigers, he could deal with it calmly, but at this time, Zhuge Xingyun was no different from ordinary people, even if Wu Song was possessed, he would be short of three or two wines!

Wine is bold and intimidating——

"Oops!"

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, and the two-legged ones will definitely not be able to outrun the four-legged ones, and Zhuge Xingyun, who ran two steps, was suddenly thrown to the ground by Huahu from behind.

Under Hua Hu's powerful attack, Zhuge Xingyun had no power to fight back at all, and his shoulder was pressed to the ground by Hua Hu's claws, and his whole body couldn't move at all.

Blood gushed from his shoulder, and the smell of blood filled the maple forest.

"What kind of heavenly master, this is to guide yourself to feed the big tiger!" On the verge of life and death, Zhuge Xingyun had already given up his senseless resistance, but he was unwilling to be teased by the old Taoist, but the matter had come to this point, and he could only accept it in silence.

"Boom!"

Seeing that he was about to die Zhuge Xingyun in Huahu's belly, he felt that his body was light, and he hurriedly turned over to check, only to see Huahu's clumsy body, rolling on the ground a few times before he got up, shook his head a few times, and then looked up to the sky and roared angrily, as if he was in a hurry.

Zhuge Xingyun, who didn't know why, only saw that there was a bowl-sized stone next to Hua Hu, could it be......

Without waiting for Zhuge Xingyun to find out the situation, Hua Hu tilted his head to check, his eyes locked on Zhuge Xingyun's back, and he rushed again without warning.

Zhuge Xingyun, who was full of embarrassment, where could he withstand Huahu's attack again, he turned his head and ran wildly in a hurry, but suddenly his eyes shook and he hit an unknown object.

It seems to be soft and fluffy, with a faint aroma!

"Oops-"

Before Zhuge Xingyun could find out what it was, there was a sudden stinging pain in his back, and the whole person was clinging to an unknown object and flew out by the flower tiger.

Zhuge Xingyun, who fell to the ground, raised his head slightly, and what he saw was a beautiful and suffocating face, beautiful and unconventional.

"Get out of here!"

The girl scolded angrily, so frightened that Zhuge Xingyun was shocked, and reluctantly climbed up, but was pressed down again by the flower tiger behind her, and bumped into the girl again in close contact.

I didn't know what I didn't know before, but now my posture will inevitably make Zhuge Xingyun very embarrassed, especially the soft and fragrant girl's body, which is almost confusing.

"Get out of the way—"

"I ...... I wanted to dodge too, but I couldn't help myself. Zhuge Xingyun tried his best to raise his body to avoid contact with her, but under Huahu's manipulation, he couldn't do anything at all.

"Boom!"

The sword light flashed, blood splattered, Hua Hu wailed, struggled a few times, and finally quietly lay on Zhuge Xingyun's body and remained motionless.

In a panic, Zhuge Xingyun glanced at Yujiao, and when he saw that Huahu was out of breath, he was also relieved in shock, and he actually lay on the girl's chest and gasped for breath.

"Get up!" The girl snorted, her face was red and her ears were red and angry, and she slapped Zhuge Xingyun in the face with her free hand.

"Smack!"

This slap was particularly loud, imprinted on Zhuge Xingyun's face, and half of his face instantly swollen, like a monkey's ass!

Half of Zhuge Xingyun's face was hot and painful, and his teeth were grinning and his face was hideous, but he was completely unable to do anything when he was pressed by Huahu's corpse, so he could only say fiercely: "You stinky woman, ...... to do it"

The girl was wearing a white skirt, which was dusty at the moment, and her fair face was also stained with traces of dust, but the red glow had not faded, but there was a bit of shyness, which made Zhuge Xingyun look stupid.

The white-shirted girl was even more embarrassed by Zhuge Xingyun, and suddenly exuded a powerful energy all over her body, and pushed Zhuge Xingyun and the flower tiger on his body out with one palm.

Zhuge Xingyun drew an arc in the air, sat on the ground with his butt when he fell, got up and just wanted to scold, but he was frightened by the fierce eyes of the girl in white and swallowed back.

The former Zhuge Xingyun was also a person of cultivation, why couldn't he see that the girl in front of him was not an ordinary person, especially the sword that pierced Huahu's neck, and he used his qi to control the sword, and his cultivation was definitely no less than his former self.

The hero doesn't eat the loss in front of him, Zhuge Xingyun snorted coldly, but he also had clear grievances, and said: "You saved my life before, and gave me a slap in the face, even if it is two clear." ”

The white-shirted girl's expression became sharper, as if she remembered Zhuge Xingyun's previous misdeeds, her face became even more ugly, and she said sharply: "Think beautifully, kill you-"

Zhuge Xingyun didn't expect her to be resolute, and as soon as the words fell, she kicked her foot, and a stone the size of a bowl on the ground was kicked by her like an arrow and crashed into Zhuge Xingyun's chest.

Zhuge Xingyun only felt a shock from the tiger's mouth, took two steps back and opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood, and then his eyes fell down in a flash, and the blood all over his body seemed to be boiling, and his hot skin became more and more red.

"Hot ...... It's hot—"

The white-shirted girl was slightly stunned when she saw this scene, stepped forward and kicked Zhuge Xingyun, who was rolling in pain, and frowned: "Don't pretend to be dead......"

Zhuge Xingyun trembled his hands, used the last trace of his mind and strength, and took out the medicine bottle in his arms, but his hand shook and fell to the ground, rolling down in front of the feet of the white-shirted girl.

Zhuge Xingyun was convulsed, stretched out his hand and pointed to the medicine bottle on the ground, and said indistinctly: "Medicine...... Medicine ......"

The white-shirted girl frowned slightly, seeing that his face was indeed quite painful, and it didn't look like he was pretending, so she squatted down and picked up the medicine bottle on the ground, poured out the only three remaining Silent Yuan Pills in her palm, handed them to Zhuge Xingyun, and asked, "How many pills to take?"

Zhuge Xingyun endured great pain, and fell down before he had time to think, his eyes always stayed on the Silent Yuan Pill in the girl's hand, and he said vaguely: "Medicine ......"

The girl in the white shirt seemed to be unbearable, and handed the three Silent Yuan Pills to Zhuge Xingyun's mouth, and fed Zhuge Xingyun to swallow.

After a while, Zhuge Xingyun trembled all over, the heat in his body slowly faded, and the complexion on his surface returned to normal.

Zhuge Xingyun got up from the ground, and just wanted to say something, but his whole body was a spirit, his arms were wrapped in a ball, and he trembled: "What...... Why is it so cold?"

"Cold?" The girl in the white shirt was a little distracted, watching Zhuge Xingyun's body stiffen and even freeze, but she could only stomp her feet in a hurry.

"Luo Yao, who is he?" a white-robed figure slowly floated down, first glanced at Zhuge Xingyun on the ground, and then asked the white-shirted girl.

The helpless face of the girl in white showed a strange color, and she hurriedly went over to hold the arm of the old man in white, and urgently asked for help: "Master, I just met by chance, you can save him." ”

The old man in the white robe had white hair, but his expression was radiant, and he did have the appearance of a master in the world of fairy wind and bones.

I saw that the white-robed old man stepped forward to probe Zhuge Xingyun's pulse, first stunned slightly, then picked up the medicine bottle on the ground and sniffed it, frowning and said, "Lonely Yuan Dan?"

The girl in the white shirt asked, "Master, is he ...... What the hell is wrong with him?"

The white-robed old man sighed lightly and said, "He is actually the body of the sun, and this Lonely Yuan Pill and even the cold thing must be caused by overtaking the Lonely Yuan Pill." ”

"Ah!" the white-shirted girl exclaimed, looking at the dying Zhuge Xingyun, with a look of guilt on her face.